Sunday, December 27, 2015

I Can't Explain Why

Silver daylight:
beads of rain shine
precarious on the tips
of bare December branches.

Dear friend, I think of you.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

A Poet's Litany

Theodore Roethke,
bumblebee the winter.

Wystan Auden,
martini the doldrums.

Dylan Thomas,
ocean me in passion.

Estlin Cummings,
rose me in wisdom,
snow me in yes.

William Shakespeare,
sonnet me deathless.

Emily Dickinson,
bobolink the cloister.

Countee Cullen,
beauty the world
in colour and majesty.

Mary Oliver,
whitman the stones
of the timeless river.

John Keats,
drowse me in delight.

Fr Hopkins,
glory me in grandeur,
grace me in proclaim.

Miss Marianne Moore,
fable me to felicity.

Elena, dear friend,
garden me with gratitude!

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Notebook: December 13

I deemed December air
electric with the imminence
of first snow. But I
was mistaken. It rained.


Stafford's advice
to cure writers' block:
Lower your standards
and keep going.


Fr Flaherty
in the confessional:
It is in our DNA
to be joyful!


Ghirardelli chocolates, a bag of popcorn,
coffee filters, a loaf of bread,
a half-gallon of milk, pre-shave lotion,
and several other things at the CVS.